A veil creeps across the horizon,
Coating the world in inky black seas.
Light writhes like a bug on its back
And squirms against the suffocating shade
Yet an explosion erupts, leaking starshine
Like a river of radiant specks trickling,
Trickling like a leaky faucet, a rusty
Faucet that hasn’t seen light in years.
Recurring dreams of nostalgic night,
Night that clutches my hand. A night
That has ensnared my youthful attention
With hot globes that shined down upon me.
Yet as my mind closed, the stars became magicians,
Disappearing before my very eyes, leaving only
Imposters to take their place…
